Right! Sorry about the wait for Gram’s review. His backstory and personality are looking good, but he’s gonna need some tweaks before be can go live.

The first problem comes with his semblance. One person’s aura can’t interfere with another’s, so poisoning a person via a toxic gas cloud made of aura isn’t going to work. They literally wouldn’t be able to inherit it. In a similar fashion, it wouldn’t be able to dissolve the flesh of someone who still has aura up. That doesn’t say anything about the obnoxious odor annoying people though, and it can still effect grimm thanks to their lack of aura.

Secondarily, we generally ask for three explicit weaknesses included in combat behavior. His lack of ranged abilities already makes for a good one, but two more and some more detail will be required before approval.

Lucas is a well-written character, but there’s a few things regarding his semblance that need to be addressed before his second approval:

- A range of 300 ft is a bit much, so there's been a polite request to nerf it from a decent chunk of the staff. - How does Lucas apply dust effects to his lantern? Are they applied while it’s within the initial summoning range, or are they flatup shot out to the lantern, and if so, can they be intercepted? Either way, the current implication is that the dust flatup teleports 300 feet out to his lantern, and if that’s how it’s done, it should be mentioned.

Edit 2/21: Semblance range and Lucas’ status as a SCF for the lantern approved via Discord. Another possible weakness brought to attention via Staff Discussion was the fact that his F/I dust combination blocks the lantern’s own light, and therefore disables its own dust effects, since the light is what causes it explicitly - so that might be worth tweaking.

“...you channel your aura into your weapon and simultaneously swing it to create and arc, while putting enough focus and thrust into it it has the power to fly off your blade, and not dissipate midair.” She finishes, tucking her glaive back into the corner of her elbow and leaning her weight on the staff. “There’s a bit more to it in the execution, but that’s the theory behind it essentially.”

She waits a moment, watching him lean on his sword and watch her expectantly. “...are you going to casually monopolize my practice time, or are you gonna ask me to teach you already dude?” She asks, the humor evident in her voice.

Jima’s answering shout from the side of the arena ( “Ten points works!”) is nearly drowned out by the answering hissing scream of the Deathstalker beneath Smokey, the tail in his grip flailing wildly as the short-range explosion flat-up evaporates a chunk of black flesh. The dwarf would get another few seconds worth of solid ground before the floor of the arena crumbles beneath him, and the rest of the Deathstalker flat-up bucks through the ground, aiming to dislodge the annoyance on it’s back.

He’s lucky that Diana’s effort to slow down the Grimm worked: ice encases approximately half of the massive creatures’ multiple legs along one slide, shifting it’s attention from bucking wildly to get Smokey off, to jerking harshly to one side as it attempted to free itself.

Kisha’s quick reflexes manage to save her from the oncoming Deathstalker at least, but her enthusiastic dive headfirst into the throng of Grimm is more than enough to drag their attention from the other loud, shouty target on the field. Her blades manage to sink into one and then nick another, making it to recoil and hiss - but another three attempt to dogpile onto the huntress-in-training in revenge for their injured peer.

The rest of the group aren’t smart enough to avoid Tieren’s bait, and while the one he just cut through barely barely manages to dissipate before a tail cuts through the smog to try to smack him off his feet. Two more Creeps move in, trying to close off the young hunter from his peers. Two aren’t invest enough in the tank’s stomping or the Deathstalker rodeo however - and break from the pack, slowly pacing around the outside perimeter of the chaos

Prism snorts internally as her blatant statement makes the man faff about for a moment, trying to find a decent explanation. He manages to recover well at least. “I’m glad to hear he’s a worthy opponent on the battlefield.” She replies, giving him a small smile.

She tilts her head a bit at his remark regarding projectiles through, following his eyes as they dart from her, to the targeting range, to her again. “You mean the aura projectile technique? That’s one of mine, though Coco managed to pick it up in time for the tournament thankfully.” She answers, switching her glaive from the crook of her elbow to her left hand as she takes a step away from Juno. There’s a brief second as her glaive lights up, before she performs a harsh downswing - and another bright-white crescent goes screaming across the arena to shatter one of the holograms at the far end. “It’s a combination of enhancing damage and aura channeling essentially, though there’s a bit more to it than that.”

Prism deftly follows Jocelyn through the crowd, weaving carefully despite still coming off her adrenaline high. As happy as she was, it didn’t escape her notice that she was the target of some pointed hands and low whispers - probably the result of being one of the latest victors in the recent matches. The overexcited kids pointing wildly at her though made it all worth it, and the sight of their eyes bulging out of her head when she waved back, well -

It was totally worth all the glares old Atlesians farts had to offer. Thankfully though, they’d reached the table by that time.

“Yo, Setsuna! Thanks man. There were some pretty tense moments, not gonna lie, but I managed to muscle through.” She states proudly, jokingly flexing a bicep to emphasise her (lack of) muscle mass as she took the seat across from him. “You’re not doing to shabby yourself though - congrats on your doubles win with Calen!”

“One and only Prism Skylark!” Prism calls out briefly, prompting a quick glance over her shoulder at the heavy footsteps approaching her. She quickly finishes her latest series of inputs on the console to bring up the next round of holographic targets: a series of hipogriffin targets spaced out evenly in the air on the far side of the arena - before finally turning around to face Juno.

There’s a quick moment where her head cocks to the side at the sight of him, before recognition shines in her eyes.. “...Juno Vert, right? You’re the guy who threw one of my teammates through a tree.” She says, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, glaive resting in the crook of one elbow. “What can I do for you?”

Focus on that life inside you. The soul you’ve carried since you’ve been brought into this world, the weight that it carries and the power it brings you - to create winds, summon storms, to fly well beyond what any human can accomplish.

Your weapon is only another limb. Allow your aura to creep up the length of your glaive, bringing a new, ivory shimmer to the already-shining blade. Take a breath, wait one-two-three beats-

Swipe.

The massive shining crescent that flies across the training arena is accompanied by a heavy dose of wind, slicing cleanly through all three Ursa targets at the other side. The distinct clink of her blade against the floor is enough to bring Prism Skylark out of her trance-like state, blinking as the white mist curling away from her body slowly begins to dissipate. It takes her another moment to focus, but the sight of the clean-cut targets is enough to bring a small smirk to her face - it’s good to know she can create crescents of that size, in case she needs to hit multiple enemies at once. Other than overextending the reach of her weapon and making it bounce off against the floor, she was fine - she just needs to be a bit more aware of the length of her glaive and its interaction with the world around her.

Nodding to herself in quite self-approval of the next steps to take, Prism stands back up to her full height, and turns to the nearby console in order to set up the next round of targets. Practice makes perfect, after all.

Prism turns back to her notes, twiddling with her pen for a moment before it begins to write down Ms. Nahualli’s latest explanation. This technique only had a 85% success rate - it’ll kiss you by the first phase if you dared try it, and even then if it decides to be merciful, you’ll be permanently crippled for life. That’s not to mention that Prism might not even be possible of accomplishing it, given that creating and controlling large gusts of wind isn’t something that can be done with a person’s aura normally.

Prism’s pen stops for a moment as she bites her lip, a rare frown etching itself into her face. This wasn’t something worth learning if it weakened her, or weakened her semblance - she was perfectly aware that she couldn’t physically stand up to a good portion of the academy, and sometimes the only thing that kept her on her feet was an oversized aura and overpowering semblance, so-

When had that ever stopped?

Her mind made up about approaching Ms. Nahualli after class was over to evaluate her candidacy, Prism resumes her rapid chicken-scratch notetaking. Her hand flies into the air as per the norm at the end of the TA’s monologue, not waiting to get called on to ask her question. “Ms. Nahualli, if it’s so dangerous, why did you personally decide it was worth learning?” She asks, tilting her head to the side slightly.

“The Royale family sponsors me - Royal Senior, specifically. He has scholarships for students who can’t attend Beacon or other combat schools, and I was lucky enough to snag one.” She answers, letting a hint of pride in her voice. “Plus like, two afterschool jobs and night classes at Signal brought me up to par pretty quickly. There’s plenty of time in the day when you don’t sleep.” Her joke is on the lighter side, even if her voice is oddly weighted - finishing with another sip of the energy drink in her hand.

Hunter’s offer to sponsor her though makes her perk up though, straightening her back and blinking at him rather widely for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just said - another Hunter, and one that’s tasked with teaching the next generation, offering to teach a tiny faunus from Vale that vaguely showed some promise. That’s basically any sane student’s dream. A professional huntsman offering to dedicate their time to teach them, to help them become stronger, faster, better versions of the students they already were. And here was a literal professor, a faunus professor, someone who taught and prepared the next generation of hunters and huntresses to save the world over and over again, singing her praises about her ability to survive and succeed and offering to teach her, she’d be a fool to say anything other than-

”Yes.”[/color=#ffffff]

The answer is abrupt, sudden, and even Prism seems a bit taken aback by the way she slams the bottom of the energy drink onto the table in enthusiastic confirmation. She blinks, flushes a slight red, and settles back into her chair again as she tries to calm the literal ruffled feathers peaking out from behind her. ”...if you’re willing to pardon the outburst, I’d be absolutely honored to accept you as my sponsor, and would relish the chance to improve my skills in any professional capacity.” She finishes, only smiling a bit awkwardly.

Prism carefully slides through the door at the top of the staircase, and closes it silently behind her. The astute difference between the grimy fighter rooms downstairs and the crisp and clean management hallway is enough to make her blink a couple times as she takes it in; quickly noting the fairly large management team the fights apparently require.

Whipping out the camera she got from Mordred earlier, she passes down the hallway and takes individual photos of the plaques on each door, alongside mentally noting the names. At the very least, she’d be able to pass on who’s organizing this underground fighter’s ring to Mordred. Her sensitive hearing isn’t picking up the sounds of anybody else in the hallway though - so it won’t hurt to poke her head into one of the offices and see what she can find.

Based on her experience leading team Casanova, it’d be any of the managers who’d probably have the most information on the operation, given what it’s like to schedule training periods and everything - but the administrator was the one who’d have the most information on everyone.

So, after she’s finished taking pictures of the entire hallway, she turns and tries the door to Whitaker’s office.